"Did you get everything?" In an office at the Navy headquarters, a woman dressed in a navy dress and wearing glasses said.

Around him gathered eight "navies", none other than Baiss and others.

The costumes, faces, and body shapes are all based on the real navy, imitating the appearance of the navy controlled on a warship, and with Egger's almost transfigurative makeup, it is enough to make it real.

As for how many people ended up here? They were among the navy that fell off from the wrist of the huge swamp that had been cut off by the rear admiral.

Yes, some of the real navy was actually swallowed up by the swamp at that time, and it was not in the palm of the wrist at all, otherwise the extra number would have aroused suspicion.

It was precisely by taking advantage of the fact that the attention and mind of the navy in the war were attracted by the battle, and it was impossible to separate the extra mind to pay careful attention to these details, that Wild dared to do this, and Claire and the others were able to successfully blend into the navy, slowly looking for opportunities to get out and blend into the office area.

"Don't worry, Miss Claire, it's about our future voyages, and we won't be sloppy." Bais said, patting his chest.

"Guns, ammunition, artillery fire, money, it's all here, as well as maps, naval base distribution and other information, but the boss said that all the information about Vegapunk has not been obtained."

"Hmm." Claire nodded, she knew about collecting information about Vegapunk, and Wild only mentioned it in passing, not having much hope for it.

"Then let's follow the plan, Yves, Bais, Picas, Fran Peter, the four of you are in charge of the retreat preparations, you must make sure that everyone can retreat safely, and the boss's request is to get a ship." Claire said competently.

"Understood."

"Bakken, Write Limo, the two of you cooperate with each other, responsible for attracting firepower and covering the boss's boarding."

"Okay." Beckon replied weakly, as for Lymo, the face of this creature was terrifyingly black, and his eyes were aimed at Beckon beside him from time to time, and his murderous intent was revealed.

"Ah Xin, how is your blasting propulsion device?" Kclaire said as she looked at Ah Xin, who was sitting on the ground next to her, fiddling with something.

"Ready to assemble." A hoarse voice came from under the mask, and Ah Xin's eyes never left what was in front of him.

"When the time comes, I'll need Yves' cooperation, I've observed, your membrane has a strong toughness, and the propulsion device needs to be installed on the ship and fixed with membrane." After a pause, Ah Xin said.

Yves looked at him indifferently when he heard this, nodded, and did not speak.

"Then let's go our separate ways."

……

"Whoa... Whoa..."

"Kacha!"

"Is it done? Claire. Wilde lifted the phone bug with a smile on his face.

"Boss, everything has been arranged, but I haven't gotten the information from Vegapunk." Claire's sweet, gentle voice came from the other end.

"Uh-huh, hehe... It's okay, that's enough. ”

Wilde put down the phone bug and lowered his head, his eyes shining with excitement.

Finally... It's time to find your own freedom!

"So, let's fight again before we leave! Incidentally... Let the body... Experience the benefits of combat. As he spoke, a swamp crack opened in his body, and a leather mask was taken by Wilder on his face, and he put on the clothes of the navy, turned around, and walked into the midst of the artillery battle.

In Malinfudo Square, all parties were anxious, and Straw Hat Luffy gradually advanced towards the execution table under the cover of everyone.

Crocodall didn't know what kind of mentality he had chosen to help the man who had sent him to Advance City.

The yellow sand swept in, and more than a dozen navies were cut bloodied by sand knives and fell to the ground.

Crockdahl moved on, suddenly! His body froze, unable to move.

"Boom, boom, tick—" The flamingo's eerie laugh came from behind him, and Klockdahl's face was expressionless, his eyes moving.

"Whew!" Invisible cutting lines flashed, and Klockdahl's head flew high and yellow sand scattered.

"Rustle..."

Wisps of sand smoke flew to Klockdahl's neck, gradually condensing into the shape of a head, and Klockdahl recovered unscathed.

A colonel-level navy watched this scene from not far away, his eyes flickering.

"Klockdahl isn't easy... Such a character ... Well, hehehe, I can only say that the luck and aura of the straw hat are too good. ”

"Bang!" As he spoke, Wilder raised his gun and pulled the trigger on one of the pirates, blood splattered, and the other man fell.

Wild was not afraid of being recognized by the Yellow Ape and the others, and he still believed in Egg's perfect makeup technique, although there was a possibility that he would be recognized by the domineering people who saw and heard his breath, but that was not what he had to be careful about before cultivating the return of life.

Now, WILD and Wild can cover up the original breath on his body through life, to put it simply, it is to make some of the body's operating laws deviate a little, blood flow rate, fat, sweat glands, etc., so... Even if someone remembers his original aura, Wilder can change it at any time through life return, so the discovery is almost non-existent. Moreover, even if there is no skill of life return, not everyone will deliberately remember a person's breath, and even if they do, it may deviate from the memory.

It's like tasting a dish, you think you've memorized its taste, but you can't really remember what it tastes like when you think about it.

After knocking down three pirates in a row, Wilde put away his spear and drew his long knife at his waist to face one of the pirates.

The other party was holding a huge mace, with five or six terrifying scars on his face, and his face was hideous, and he couldn't help but show a bloodthirsty sneer when he saw Wilder pull out his knife and slash it.

"Let Captain Pei Bu come and end your life! Navy! Scarface let out an eerie roar, and the mace in his hand swung out, blowing a gust of air on the spot!

"Bell!" Sparks flew around, and Wilde leaned slightly sideways in a swooping position, his long knife and mace slamming together.

There was a stalemate, and the two jumped backwards at the same time, widening the distance.

"Hah! Good strength, navy! "Feel the force in your hands. A hint of surprise flashed across Scarface's face, and then he spoke sarcastically.

With a strong swing of the mace in his hand, he smashed it again!

"That's not going to work—" Wilder's long knife swung out and slashed into a faint slash, smashing the mace to the ground, and a flat sound came out of his mouth.

"What?"